Lyrics

My lyrics fill my walls
keeping me looking forward
to the day someone will read
my wall and say
"am I worth dying for?"
"did you save your heart for me?"

My lyrics arent mine
although they feel
like a part of me
after all music speaks
what I can't bear myself
to speak.

My lyrics fill the walls
waiting to be painted over
with new memorys about
someone new.

Maybe he'll help write them.

My lyrics could be happy then
and he would say
"you are everthing to me, I wouldn't lie."
or maybe my lyrics will speak to him
like they speak to me.

My lyrics sit and wait,
My lyrics sit and hope
that one day they'll have
happy memorys painted beside them

They sit and wait
up apon my walls.